Live can be something so beautiful, and at the same time something really annoying. Why's that? I could never understand the sense in loving someone so dearly that you think nothing could take that love away, but then by the tiniest irregularity everything shutters apart. Like the love and trust you had in that special someone. What remains are the pieces you have been broken into. But is it not better to be be alone, have no one, than being hurt time after time? When I come to the conclusion that I'd rather be alone than being deceived? What makes us people do things like that? What makes men hurt us women that much? What is the sense in that when I'd be left with nothing than my pain?
So I'm being egoistic and protect my heart. No one can worm their way into my heart again just to rip it apart once again.
It was heavy stuff today, and I hope that not many of you had to go through what went through. But I just wanted to share my mind with you.
Sleep tight.
Xoxo S.
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